Otter Pop

Posted by Chris Clarke on November 30, 2009

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We got a call last night from The Raven’s daughter to tell us her kitty Otter Pop was very sick. Shortly afterward she called us again.

He was strange and though he and Nosy didn’t really get along, he was a good boy. He tried sometimes to hide the fact that he was good: a little Napoleon Syndrome at play, I think. Every once in a while I had to pick him up and humiliate him with kisses and baby talk and making him dance. He tried awfully hard to pretend he was insulted. He had something to prove.

He was four years old. We’ll miss him.

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I’m sorry to hear about Otter Pop. He reminds me a bit of our cat (white with a few tabby spots), Chase.


Posted by Laelaps on 11/30 at 05:51 PM



It is always miserable when they leave us, but only four years old seems an especially cruel time for it to happen.  My sympathies to his companion(s).


Posted by sherwood on 11/30 at 06:20 PM



Far too soon to say goodbye, and heartbreaking to be so helpless in the face of his mama’s grief.  Thanks for the kind words.

*sniff*


Posted by Space Kitty on 12/01 at 12:37 AM



that sounds about right


hive five from space

thanx for the poem


Posted by otter on 12/01 at 12:56 AM



Re: The Poem

Otter’s pet human asked me this morning to write a poem for him.

This is the poem.

Your pelt of palest snowy white
as of today, forever shines
here in our hearts and in our minds:
sweet memories of pure delight.

Your eyes that held that feline gleam
(sometimes in pleasure, sometimes fierce)
one jade, one of blue topaz, pierce
the veil between this life and dreams.

Too short, your visit to this place.
Much shorter than your little legs
that leapt you from this world of dregs
to dance with unicorns in space.

You were your mama’s baby boy.
You were the one so stealthy wise.
Gladly take off your cat disguise
and be at rest, wild spark of joy.


Posted by Chris Clarke on 12/01 at 01:10 AM



and i love it…thank you i am handwriting a copy to bury with him


Posted by tiff on 12/01 at 01:13 AM



What? No. Oh no. This is very sad.


Posted by Dana on 12/01 at 01:16 PM



Way too young. 
It hurts to lose what you love.


Posted by bev on 12/01 at 02:47 PM



So sorry to hear this Tiff, Space_Kitty, Chris.


Posted by Arvind on 12/01 at 03:19 PM



A sweet little remembrance in the poem. Sympathy for the loss; four year isn’t enough, but then again, neither is 15.


Posted by Warren on 12/04 at 04:12 PM



I am late adding my condolences about sweet Otter Pop. It is such a tragedy to have lost him so young. I wondered whether they knew what caused it… I know it doesn’t really matter but it is always hard when they are young ones.


Posted by Natalie on 12/10 at 11:32 PM


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